The grand old Blackwater sweeps down by its bosom,
Passing silent & swiftly through green Castlehyde,
Then on ...................................
Where peaceful & ....,stands the town by its side. But only in dreams do I hear the............
.............................................
Ringing mellow & clear, at the Angelus hour,
O'er the mountains & woodlands of dear old Fermoy


Sorry,I havent been able to find the words anywhere, but bits of the second verse have come back to me.
Eddie